PoemsJohn Bumpus, 1818 - 420 pages |
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... less irksome , though less lucrative office , the Clerk- ship of the Journals of the House of Lords : but this he was also obliged to decline , from the same cause . His feelings and intellectual powers had received such a shock , that ...
... less irksome , though less lucrative office , the Clerk- ship of the Journals of the House of Lords : but this he was also obliged to decline , from the same cause . His feelings and intellectual powers had received such a shock , that ...
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... the key of rhyme To themes more pertinent , if less sublime . When ministers and ministerial arts ; Patriots , who love good places as their hearts ; When admirals , extolled for standing still , Or doing B 3 TABLE TALK .
... the key of rhyme To themes more pertinent , if less sublime . When ministers and ministerial arts ; Patriots , who love good places as their hearts ; When admirals , extolled for standing still , Or doing B 3 TABLE TALK .
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... Less on exterior things than most suppose . Vigilant over all that he has made , Kind Providence attends with gracious aid ; Bids equity throughout his works prevail , And weighs the nations in an even scale ; He can encourage slavery ...
... Less on exterior things than most suppose . Vigilant over all that he has made , Kind Providence attends with gracious aid ; Bids equity throughout his works prevail , And weighs the nations in an even scale ; He can encourage slavery ...
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... less innocent , as less refin'd ; Then genius danced a bacchanal ; he crowned The brimming goblet , seized the thyrus , bound His brows with ivy , rushed into the field Of wild imagination , and there reeled , The victim of his own ...
... less innocent , as less refin'd ; Then genius danced a bacchanal ; he crowned The brimming goblet , seized the thyrus , bound His brows with ivy , rushed into the field Of wild imagination , and there reeled , The victim of his own ...
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... less refined Might well alarm the most unguarded mind , Seek to supplant his inexperienced youth , Or lead him devious from the path of truth ; Hourly allurements on his passions press , Safe in themselves , but dangerous in th ' excess ...
... less refined Might well alarm the most unguarded mind , Seek to supplant his inexperienced youth , Or lead him devious from the path of truth ; Hourly allurements on his passions press , Safe in themselves , but dangerous in th ' excess ...
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Page 328 - I would not enter on my list of friends (Though graced with polished manners and fine sense Yet wanting sensibility) the man Who needlessly sets foot upon a worm.
Page 387 - I learned at last submission to my lot, But, though I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot. Where once we dwelt, our name is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nursery floor...
Page 150 - How fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there ; But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair, Even here is a season of rest, And I to my cabin repair. There's mercy in every place, And mercy, encouraging thought ! Gives even affliction a grace,...
Page 387 - All this, and more endearing still than all, Thy constant flow of love, that knew no fall, Ne'er roughened by those cataracts and breaks That humour interposed too often makes; All this still legible in memory's page, And still to be so to my latest age, Adds joy to duty, makes me glad to pay Such honours to thee as my numbers may; Perhaps a frail memorial, but sincere, Not scorned in heaven, though little noticed here.
Page 387 - Tis now become a history little known, That once we called the pastoral house our own. Short-lived possession ! but the record fair, That memory keeps of all thy kindness there, Still outlives many a storm, that has effaced A thousand other themes less deeply traced.
Page 317 - Knowledge dwells In heads replete with thoughts of other men, Wisdom in minds attentive to their own. Knowledge, a rude unprofitable mass, The mere materials with which wisdom builds, Till smoothed and squared and fitted to its place, Does but encumber whom it seems to enrich.
Page 43 - Just knows, and knows no more, her Bible true A. truth the brilliant Frenchman never knew ; And in that charter reads with sparkling eyes Her title to a treasure in the skies.
Page 388 - Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, Where spices breathe and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods, that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below, While airs impregnated with incense play Around her, fanning light her streamers gay; So thou, with sails how swift! hast reached the shore ' Where tempests never beat nor billows roar;' And thy loved consort on the dangerous tide Of life, long since has anchored at thy side.
Page 384 - WHEN the British warrior queen, Bleeding from the Roman rods, Sought, with' an indignant mien, Counsel of her country's gods, Sage beneath the spreading oak Sat the Druid, hoary chief; Every burning word he spoke Full of rage and full of grief.
Page 196 - Were shattered at a blow. Down ran the wine into the road, Most piteous to be seen, Which made his horse's flanks to smoke As they had basted been. But still he seemed to carry weight, With leathern girdle braced; For all might see the bottle-necks Still dangling at his waist.